Marc Lottering says flying gets him down. So the big-haired funnyman engineers his escapes to places within driving distance – like the quaint fishing village of Paternoster
Pictures: Keri Harvey and Supplied
I’m a Capetonian who travels extensively due to the nature of my work. It’s no surprise that I seldom look forward to airports, and flying, and strangers who insist on taking selfies at 07h00 when the pillow line is still fresh across my cheek.
So when I have a few days off, I’m always on the lookout for somewhere to flee to that does not involve having to go to the airport. Enter Paternoster. It’s an easy 90-minute drive from Cape Town. I fell in love instantly. A seriously charming fishing village on the West Coast, with whitewashed houses. No shopping malls. No traffic. No e-tolls.
I checked into a little seaside cottage called Die Pomphuisie. (But you can go alone). It was more than just quaint. I have it on good authority that most guest cottages in Paternoster manage to capture the beautiful essence of being away from the rat race and experiencing ultimate relaxation in a perfect, almost romantic setting. Well, that’s certainly how I felt after the Shiraz. The locals are super-friendly, often walking by, selling crayfish. Some are overly friendly. But that’s another story.
Just diagonally across from my accommodation, I stumbled upon a restaurant called Voorstrandt. It’s literally on the beach. A must-do spot, particularly when the weather’s great. Breathtaking sunset.
Regular visitors to Paternoster soon started tweeting about other popular spots that I had to visit. (Yes, I left my phone on. For pics!) So I found myself begging for a table at The Noisy Oyster. Another great eatery according to my Facebook peeps. They were right. Of course, I extended my stay. I had to find alternative accommodation, though a massive, stylish, contemporary house right on the beach. Woe is me.
Paternoster forces you to pull up the handbrake and breathe, slowly, on leisurely daily walks across stretches of beach, minus a schedule. Needless to say, I shall be back, often. They tell me that ‘Paternoster’ is Latin for ‘Our Father’. So apt, as I certainly experienced a bit of heaven.